Of phone-sex and c(r)aves
Veiled, your words are shadows copulating on the wall of Plato’s cave, mere promises and dreams a fog who burns at dawn, yet there is a crave in veins and […]
Daily Archives: September 27, 2016
Shelled by hue
Broken into order, arranged we’re waiting row by row each hue its own; each shade of you is sorted through; how brittle is your shell? Cause yolks are yellow, brains […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 